No no NaNo

Right, so NaNo? SO completely not happening this year - what was I thinking? Well, clearly what I was NOT thinking was that this month would bring the big push for getting the lab software operational. Our budget for next year has been submitted and we want to start collecting data sometime in January so, like, wow - I really ought to get my shit together, eh? This is not compatible with a writing goal of 1600+ words/day, and it's really not so much time that's the scarce commodity (time ALWAYS is - I'm getting pretty used to that), but it's intellectual energy that I'm having to budget pretty carefully right now. So, you know, the not-necessarily-urban fantasy novel about the magic of places is going back into the "oh god, I'll deal with that idea later, later, LATER" folder. That folder is kind of scarily big. The GOOD thing is that I'm feeling mostly better and so am off the NyQuil, meaning that I'm no longer expanding it with ideas inspired by my drugged-up dreams.

However! NaBloPoMo? I'm all over that. And I'm going to go with Fran's and Alex's and Callie's model, so there will be pretty pictures, yay. :D Well, except they might not be v. pretty. Whatever. I wanted to take a picture of our moldy pumpkins (that something was trying to eat, because there were all these chunks bitten out) but M. trashed them before I could get there, so you all owe him a debt of gratitude.

( It's That Time of Year. )

Someone on my flist said she thought NaBloPoMo sounded porny. It reminds me of drunk upper division lit student trying to talk about Pablo Neruda and tripping over her own literatiness. Context is everything.